By Adrienne Rich (女)艾德里安娜。里奇
The river-fog will do for privacy
on the low road a breath
here， there， a cloudiness floating on the black top
sunflower heads turned black and bowed
the seas of corn a stubble
the old routes flowing north， if not to freedom
no human figure now in sight
(with whom do you believe your lot is cast?)
only the functional figure of the scarecrow
the cut corn， ground to shreds， heaped in a shape
like an Indian burial mound
a haunted-looking， ordinary thing
The work of winter starts fermenting in my head
how with the hands of a lover or a midwife
to hold back till the time is right
force nothing， be unforced
accept no giant miracles of growth
by counterfeit light
trust roots， allow the days to shrink
give credence to these slender means
wait without sadness and with grave impatience
here in the north where winter has a meaning
where the heaped colors suddenly go ashen
where nothing is promised
learn what an underground journey
has been， might have to be; speak in a winter code
let fog， sleet， translate; wind， carry them.
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